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Confuse them with your deadly silence,
Shock them with your unprecedented success.
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partha99
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partha99
19w
LOVE : THE KEY OF LIFE
Maybe, We are not blessed with that ointment that can heal the invisible wounds of our heart that constantly erode us both inside and out.
But we are overblessed with a regenerative power of LOVE that not only heals those immedicable wounds of heart but also stimulates it to beat in a new rhythm.
So, whenever you feel your heart bleeding from some tormenting wounds, try to discover that hidden treasure of LOVE of your life; embrace it tight and heal yourself at the right time.
LOVE YOURSELF....
LOVE EVERYONE....
LOVE EVERYTHING...
BECAUSE IT IS THE ONLY KEY TO LIVE A HAPPY LIFE.....
©partha99 -
partha99
118w
VALENTINE'S WEEK
In my flowerless garden, you are the rare Tudor ROSE whose red provides me love and strength while white provides my inner peace
In each of my solitude, you are that eternal PROPOSAL of being my companion
In this world full of bitterness, You are that sweetest CHOCOLATE which makes my every beginning auspicious
In my life filled with sorrows and hardships, you are the soft giant TEDDY on whose lap I always weep bitterly
In this era of disruption and destruction, you are that unwavering PROMISE of being with me forever
Despite taking a breath of fake love air, you are my special HUG and gentle KISS in a romatic rainy weather
Last but not the least, you are my cutest VALENTINE on every 14 th February and I want you the same way everyday of my life ❤❤❤
©partha1999 -
partha99
133w
DREAM vs REALITY
Dream is the start
and Dream is the end ;
Dream can be true or false ,
so Reality is the best .
©partha1999 -
partha99
146w
Ending things with someone is like
A new starting with something new -
partha99
147w
MEMORY
Memory is that thing which can born in every moment but can not die in any way ..
©partha1999 -
partha99
157w
শিক্ষাও আজ ঢেকে গেছে
রাজনীতির কালো ছায়ায়,
বিদ্যাসাগর আজ তাই
ভূমির পরে লুটায়।
বাঙালি জাতি জেগে ওঠ্ আজ ,
ঝেরে ফেল সব রঙ;
সবাই মিলে গর্জে ওঠ্
"হোক প্রতিবাদ হোক"।।
©partha1999 -
Love can be false ,
But emotion is not;
Face can tell lie ,
but eyes can not ......
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DEPRESSION......!!!!
It's not a disease at all,
but a murderer ;
Murdering brain and mind
wearing an armour up...
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Mother
"Mother" is not just a word,
but a shade;
Without her soft touch
you will be pale....
LOVE YOUR MOTHER
©partha1999
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1990s
more often,
I want to live as a lovestory of 90s
where there is no smartphone
neither blocking unblocking nor video calls
where there love breathes
with the innocence in two hearts
and shyness in four eyes.
where the photographs of each other
are hidden from the eyes of
cousins and family members
but the pillow cover conceals the secrets
and the happiness inhales
the afterglow of love
while kissing the photo behind closed doors
at least hundred times in a day.
holding each other's hands
and feeling the warmth of their heart
behind the college building,
near the English department
while hiding from the evil eyes
of the psychology professor,
they write their names on the faded walls
while chewing the Shakespearean love sonnets
and blooming on the Austen's Pride and prejudice.
where the love letters from each other
can increase their heartbeats
from seventy to one hundred seventy per minute
and the starry night waits with night jasmines to read the essence of love under the study lamps ;
the letter ends up with a heart
coloured with a red sketch
and an arrow from left bottom to right top
while the girl's name flickers there
and boy's name exhales comfort.
the oily hair of that girl
with a ponytail and tied up with a red ribbon,
a white salwar suit while going to temple ;
a light yellow shirt with a khaki pant
and a golden coloured watch
given by his father on his left hand ;
are more than enough to compliment each other
and push them towards each other's dreamy chamber.
but less often, I want to be a poet
and to write them on my horizons
holding a palette full of youthful metaphors
to cherish them and their lovestory forever.
~bidya -
falsafee
49w
Read MoreThanks for the editor's choice @mirakee
@writersnetwork #writersnetwork #abandonedStare those stairs
Sometimes,
I try to ponder upon
those lively moments where
my self used to love those creaking
sounds of the house's rusted doors.
Which-now tell you, this big and beautiful
building rotting away, here used to live somebody
some time in the past. But not anymore; Or
maybe, still there they're; In the mosses
of those bricks, In the quacked walls,
In the flickering tubelights, In the
thick layered dusty shelves, In
the blurred window panes,
In the cold smell of the
roof, In the silent
chair kept in
the forgotten
corner, In
the dried
creepers entwined
along the boundaries,
In the portraits hanging
on the stairs' wall, In the mirror
where you see your ageing face.
Gazing at home for the last time where you lived a
significant period of life. Seeing yourself being
nostalgic, taking a last look before leaving,
Your childhood dancing, running
behind your sibling over silly
fights, sobbing from
mother's slap and
then sleeping
on her
lap.
Your youth praying for the last time to the same god in the little temple for that job, Returning back
home to lie under the same roof; Locking
the doors for the last time and keeping
the key to not take out again.
Because life's a couple
of stairs. And you
may stare
those stairs but
can't step in back,
where once you step up,
you may never step down again.
So, just do one thing; Live, before you leave.
©falsafee -
unspokenpen1927
18w
Read More#friendship #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill
#darling_repost #pod
//Imperfections made them friends//
Thank you so much @writersnetwork for your kind repost ❤(12)
Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the ❤~Two planets are best friend's
With no similarities~He is the sun
She is the moon
He is from the city of day light
She is from the city of twilight
He lived in the streets of sunny
She lived in the streets of
constellation
He is the poetry
She is the metaphor
He writes letters on rainbow
She writes letters on moonbow
He holds fire on his lips
She holds star's on her lips
He holds warm heart
She holds cold heart
He has yellow-orange skin
She has silver skin
He is the new hope
She is the ambition
He is the hottest summer
She is the frozen winter
He is the symbol of friendship
She is symbol of romance
He is in love with the day
She is in love with the night
They can never be parallel planets
They dont have similarities
Yet they are called as besties
©unspokenpen1927 -
healer_007_
18w
Read More#friendship 13/01/2022
Thank you so much @writersnetwork for reading my simple poem, for appreciating it and for the kind repost.. It's the first repost i got from u..So happy!!
Thnx @writersnetwork for the ❤️ (10)"Not meant to be"
He is the Sun,
She is the Moon;
They met by chance for a moment,
His dazzling character fell for her serenity
And she, too, for him,
However, not meant to be.
He burns himself,
Drowning in his own flames
He waits for an impossible tryst.
She weeps and lies cold
Under the blanket of the vast night
Waiting for his warmth one day.
He is the day,
She is the night-
Just not meant to be together.
©healer_007_ -
blackshadezs
26w
Homeless
Let's sing a song,
Full of hope,full of pain,
Let's dig the soil,
For our own grave
Let's sit on the streets,
Ask for cents,
Let's live in the dream,
We can't pay rent
For a real home,
Let's eat the smell,
Of the food cooked nearby,
Hungry and have appetite,
But can afford to eat,
Let's give the World
what we have,
But empty hand,
No one even notice,
"Let's die in a road,
Can't even book a coffin,"
But in after life,
Every one equal,
We all live together,
May rich or poor,
When no baggage is allowed,
After death,
Then why accumulate it all,
Just help those, who are in real need...
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Dedicated to : " Homeless ❤️"
©blackshadezs
(~Ramprakash)
